When the light dies down and you blood runs coldThen you know what you fear most is growing oldThe clock winds down and the bells will tollFor the dawn that follows may require your soul

(Chorus)Through the narrows there are few who passOnly the chosen enter inSeek your calling while it may be foundFor the sand in the hourglass is fallingWe hang in the balance one by oneTurn from you ways the voice is callingAnd fear the end of the age

Now the evil deed never goes unseenAnd the wisdom of your wise men is uncleanFor the pride of life and the lust for gainIs a sickness of the heart, the Mark of Cain

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Sword and shield, the right hand of power'sProtecting us, directing usHe'll reveal the glory that's only His ownWith a fire in the sky

When the mountains fall and the heavens roarThen the reign of man will end forevermoreAnd the fools who believed in their empty waysWill be witness to a world that's set ablaze